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A bucket of fortune, a bucket of liquid gold—specks of pure gold everywhere. Whispers of turning stone into go…

A bucket of fortune, a bucket of liquid gold—specks of pure gold everywhere. Whispers of turning stone into gold have spread across Kaifeng, drawing wave after wave of Prospector Provosts into the city.

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